Adolph woke up, cider bottle still in hand. There was a figure hunched over him, it smelt of rotting flesh. It groaned
Adolph: Agh christ not another one of these bloody zombies...
Adolph stood up, the zombie lurched forwards. He dodged slowly to the side, before the zombie recovered from the move Adolph impaled his sharp stick through the zombie's head. the zombie screeched in pain. Adolph got his shotgun out of his bag on a stick. He fired a shell into the zombie's head, the impact at that range ripped the head straight from the body. The head flew off and bounced off a nearby wall. the body slumped to the ground. Adolph went back to his cider and beans.
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